Chapter 3

While cleaning the annex office, Sally felt a persistent gaze sweeping over her body. It felt as if a cheap nylon brush was thoroughly scouring her.

The gaze would occasionally tickle, then sting for a moment. She involuntarily shuddered.

"Captain, if I'm in the way, should I clean later?"

She turned around and asked politely. Winston had already shifted his gaze to the documents on the desk.

The end of the cigar between his fingers was being gnawed. Perhaps he had forgotten to light it, as a golden lighter was in his other hand.

"No, keep going. I'll do my work, and you do yours."

He glanced up from the documents and spat out the lines from Sally's script. Since she couldn't leave, she turned back and resumed mopping. The gnawed cigar end kept circling in her mind.

'What is he imagining as he looks at me?'

Suddenly, the tips of her breasts, hidden in the thin bra, tingled and ached.

Dirty pig of the corrupt royal family.

She wanted to leave immediately, but she couldn't. She had an important mission to complete. The only comfort was that two soldiers were standing like statues in front of the door.

She climbed onto a low chair and slowly wiped the bookshelf. Her calves, now closer to his eye level, kept tingling.

'Maybe I should lie behind the sofa and pretend to clean the non-existent carpet stains?'

As she pondered, someone knocked on the door. The door opened with Winston's permission, and Lieutenant Campbell walked in and saluted.

"Captain, the escort vehicle to Geffen will arrive at 3 PM."

Hearing that the escort vehicle to the prison was coming, Sally felt relieved. Her uncle hadn't betrayed them. Identifying double agents in advance was also part of her mission.

"Hmm... We still have time. We shouldn't bore our guest."

A demon driven by bloodlust. Fall into the hell you deserve as soon as possible.

Sally inwardly cursed at the thought of another interrogation.

"Yes, I'll prepare immediately."

After Campbell left, Sally approached Winston's desk. She pretended to empty the ashtray, but the damn bastard still hadn't lit his cigar.

He kept his head down on the documents, only raising his eyes. Sally smiled and picked up the tray with an empty soda bottle. Carrying the bucket of cleaning tools and the tray, she walked toward the door, her nipples tingling again.

***

The screams seeping through the torture room door had stopped.

After a while, Fred came out with a pale face, clenching his teeth to suppress his nausea. He took the prisoner's uniform from Sally's hand and went back inside.

Sally removed the cotton from her ear and put it in her pocket. The letter in her pocket rustled.

As the door opened again, she held the bucket full of cleaning tools in both hands. A group of soldiers poured out and nodded to her.

Among them was her uncle, who looked thinner than at lunch. Wearing a prisoner's uniform, his hands and feet shackled, he was being dragged like livestock.

Reading the fear in his trembling eyes, Sally sent a firm, expressionless look.

'The rescue team will definitely come.'

As soon as she saw the gray coat, she averted her gaze. Winston, coming out of the torture room, exuded the air of a man who had just left a brothel or cabaret.

His face was fresh, as if he had just relieved his pent-up desires.

"Then, I'll count on you today."

He lightly patted Sally's shoulder and disappeared down the corridor. She immediately started cleaning the torture room.

The mattress had to be changed every time a 'guest' left. She placed the blood-soaked mattress in the hallway and struggled to bring a new one from the storage to the bed.

Managing the torture room was the most arduous and unpleasant job in the mansion. Because of this, everyone avoided it, but it also paid the highest wages.

For this reason, Edel, a middle-aged maid married to a gambler, had been in charge for several years.

When Sally first infiltrated the mansion as a maid, she was assigned to serve Mrs. Winston. Shopping for dresses, afternoon teas with the ladies, and Mrs. Winston's whims and gossip. It was truly a job with no value for an intelligence agent.

So, when she had gained the trust of the other staff as a capable worker, she pretended to be in financial trouble due to her sick mother.

Sure enough, the housekeeper, Mrs. Balmor, quickly assigned her to the annex. A capable maid was valuable, but a financially desperate maid was dangerous. Mrs. Winston's dressing room was full of expensive items.

Thus, Sally and Edel managed the torture room together, but Edel began to suspect Sally's frequent visits.

"If you're trying to win the captain's favor, stop it. How many girls have been chased away for flirting in front of him?"

Fortunately, Edel was unaware of her true intentions, but it hindered her mission. So, she used her wit to get rid of Edel.

"My distant uncle became a millionaire overnight. I was so envious. Whenever he visits our hometown, he brings a lot of money for my mother's medical bills. I can't believe how different he is now. From head to toe, he's dazzling..."

Living under a mountain of debt due to her gambler husband, Edel's eyes widened at the story of the new continent's gold mines.

It wasn't entirely made up; Sally's aunt had indeed become a millionaire from the new continent's gold mines and now lived in a skyscraper in a distant city.

Her aunt occasionally sent Sally letters inviting her to live with them, but she always refused.

Climbing higher and higher by stepping on the weak, amassing wealth stained with blood, and living luxuriously. They seemed no different from the corrupt royal pigs.

The world Sally's deceased parents and comrades dreamed of was not like that.

"That utopia will grow and bear fruit from the blood of the revolutionaries."

Sally repeated the slogan she had often recited since childhood.

Literally, the blood of the revolutionaries was stuck between the black floor tiles. As she scrubbed with a broom, the letter in her pocket rustled.

"I wish Sally was my daughter."

Mrs. Appleby often lamented to Sally, who waited for the mail carriage every day at 5 PM.

"Our daughter only sends letters at Easter and Christmas."

Sally always ran to the mail carriage when it arrived at the Winston mansion and handed over a letter. Everyone thought it was for her mother in the hospital. Only Sally and the mailman, Peter, knew it contained coded messages for her comrades.

Today's letter contained the message that her uncle was being transferred to the Geffen prison.

The escort vehicle had already left. She needed to call the branch immediately, but the mansion's phone might be tapped. Peter would make the call as soon as he returned to the city.

It was a five-hour drive from here to the Geffen prison. There was plenty of time for the rescue team near Geffen to plan and wait. Her uncle would likely be back in the arms of his comrades before he even reached the city.

Sally emerged from the torture room, where the smell of disinfectant and bleach permeated the air. Turning a corner down the hallway, she reached the laundry chute leading to the top floor of the annex.

She opened the chute and filled a basket with blood-soaked laundry. Just as she was about to carry the full basket to the main house's laundry room,

"Bristol."

A voice suddenly rained down from above, and Sally dropped the basket. The willow basket thudded to the floor.

"...Captain?"

When did he come? She hadn't heard a single step.

Turning her head, she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. Goosebumps rose on Sally's arms.

His nose burrowed into her sparse hair. As Winston buried his nose in her skin and inhaled, her legs trembled. She wanted to escape, but she was trapped between the cold walls and the hot, fleshly walls.

"Sally, you smell good."

The only scent coming from her was blood and disinfectant.

He took another step closer. Sally's heart, trapped between the wall of the chute and Winston's chest, pounded wildly.

'Danger. This is dangerous.'

Pushing against the wall with both hands, she felt a hard object jab into the space between her buttocks. She easily recognized it wasn't a gun. The heat, unblocked by multiple layers of fabric,随意地烫伤了莎莉娇嫩的肌肤。

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The heat, unblocked by multiple layers of fabric,随意地烫伤了莎莉娇嫩的肌肤。

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